Falstaff. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your
3405serving-man and your husband.

Robert Shallow. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir
John. By the mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper. A
varlet. Now sit down, now sit down; come, cousin.

Silence. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a—we shall [Singing] Do nothing but eat and make good cheer,
And praise God for the merry year;
When flesh is cheap and females dear,
And lusty lads roam here and there,
3415 So merrily,
And ever among so merrily.

Falstaff. There's a merry heart! Good Master Silence, I'll give
a health for that anon.

Pistol. Puff!
3500Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,
And golden times, and happy news of price.
3505

Falstaff. Carry Master Silence to bed. Master Shallow, my Lord
Shallow, be what thou wilt—I am Fortune's steward. Get on
boots; we'll ride all night. O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph!
[Exit BARDOLPH] Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal
3545devise something to do thyself good. Boot, boot, Master
I know the young King is sick for me. Let us take any man's
horses: the laws of England are at my commandment. Blessed
they that have been my friends; and woe to my Lord Chief

Pistol. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
'Where is the life that late I led?' say they.
3555Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days! Exeunt